THE LIGHT, THE TEARS: THE BOYHOOD YEARS
It was a time when I had returned to Auckland not knowing that I will never see mom again. Out of last 36 months I was in Bombay for 27 and mom was relatively, in fact much better and I was back flying out of Bombay into Malaysia and on to Auckland. These are memoirs that Daniel Goh said I shouldn’t be writing as I had a huge teaching degree assignment to finish. Poetry got hold of me and the haunting, the frenzy, the magic, the passion and the love never left. Mom lived for 40 happy months and was unwell in the last two…this is those in between months when I was in Bombay and I return, the next two sequels will project my Bombay and previous Auckland life. It was culturally most satisfying living in different and anthropologically most satisfying.
It was a time when I had returned to Auckland not knowing that I will never see mom again. Out of last 36 months I was in Bombay for 27 and mom was relatively, in fact much better and I was back flying out of Bombay into Malaysia and on to Auckland. These are memoirs that Daniel Goh said I shouldn’t be writing as I had a huge teaching degree assignment to finish. Poetry got hold of me and the haunting, the frenzy, the magic, the passion and the love never left. Mom lived for 40 happy months and was unwell in the last two…this is those in between months when I was in Bombay and I return, the next two sequels will project my Bombay and previous Auckland life. It was culturally most satisfying living in different and anthropologically most satisfying.
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